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fredo santana - always lyrics

[hook: fredo santana]
always do a b-tch wrong that’s always
f-ck her, kick her out man that’s always
all this money on me, b-tch that’s always
pull up in that foreign, b-tch that’s always
always… always…
gotta get this money, man that’s always
trappin’, stretchin’ work, b-tch that’s always
flexin’ on these goofies, b-tch that’s always

[verse 1: fredo santana]
coolin’ in the trap, gettin’ high off that gunsmoke
n-ggas sneak diss and imma show ’em what my gun fo’
lot of rappers actin’ remind me of cb4
but i be gettin’ money and i don’t need to see you folk
yo’ b-tch text me, i don’t know why you wit her tho
she suck my d-ck in the morning and ate me like some cheerio
turn that b-tch around and beat it like my stereo
i be movin’ work my plug come from mexico
i remember sellin’ c0ke, posted by the liquor sto’
work for n-ggas, i ain’t sellin’ packs no mo’
now i pull up to the trap, big bags like i’m santa clause
now they like fredo d-mn what the phantom cost

[hook]

[verse 2: lil herb]
i be high off zips. sippin pints, drinkin’ codeine always
pour 6 off in my sprite i been leanin’ all day
woke up tryna f-ck yo’ b-tch cause i know she call late
always make her suck this d-ck until her jaws ache
hit the trap already got fiends waitin’ in the hallway
tryna rob 4-4 hawk ’em down n-gga that’s a dog chase
bulldog only hold 6 shots, but he got red beam for a n-gga
fredo in the cut wit the 30 he gon’ give everythin to a n-gga
let the choppa sing to a n-gga
mask up cause i know my name ring to them n-ggas
no limit that’s the team, them my n-ggas
always sippin’ lean countin’ figures
always got the gat always spendin’ money
always get it back
my b-tch told me i’m always in the trap
she talk always, she always gettin slapped

[hook]

[verse 3: capo]
they like cap why you spend that money like that, that’s always
i remember 6217 came out runnin’ ’round p-ssin’ (in) dem hallways
and if you wanna smoke f-ck n-gga you can get it the hard way
gotta ride with my glock
gotta give a n-gga shots
if i see dem opps that’s always
and shoutout to zaytoven
ain’t get my earrings yet
or my watch, but til then my neck frozen
aye look b-tch, i’m holdin’
where you get that bag from, sh-t look fake
yo lil dirty -ss stole it
and yo boyfriend ain’t no friend of mine
can’t smoke weed with him and his homies
no his -ss ain’t no kin of mine
top from your b-tch that’s always
somebody poppin’ out the club
this doowop with a mop and he spark in broad day

[hook]

- fredo santana lyrics

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